i wonder when
the dam was built
a product of mind's flora
begging to wilt

i wonder why
you had to decide
after coming so far
you needed a guide

i wonder what
we could've done better
to avoid the stone
killing two birds of a feather

i wonder how
you think when you're down
do you let it overflow
or sink to the ground

i wonder who
has the audacity
to wonder so much
so equivocally

that person is me

yet i know how
i think when im down

and i know what
i should've done better

and i know why
i made you decide

and i know when
i lost the ability to cry